George, what kind of Fischer Price nonsense is that?
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that’s an old wasp nest inside the Jeep’s doorframe.
This isn’t snow or sand or rocks or desert, not quite sure what to do with it. It’s been a fun little beach day, but I’m missing the nature and isolation we’ve become accustomed to. So while it’s been fun, I look forward to getting back on the road tomorrow! We’ll be headed toward Mesquite on the state line by way of Lake Mead and the Valley of Fire State Park.
Okay it’s not our room, that’s just what this hotel smells like.
George, noting a strange soapy smell upon exiting the elevator. Though of all things it could smell like, this isn’t bad.
Nope, definitely not reading about my car… but anyway… you know those suede liners on the front doors of my car? You know what that is? Not suede… doesn’t even come from a cow. Kangaroo. It’s kangaroo. Or at least that’s what the article says.
Evan.
Oh yeah, I think all our cars have terrible crash statistics.
Evan, while we sat in traffic on the I-15 in Vegas, trying to escape the strip.
That pool is the center panel of Bosch’s Garden of Earthly Delights.
Taylor, looking down onto the drunkenly hypercrowded Treasure Island pool from the Mirage tram.
Who needs Lyft when you can take a dusty 4Runner to the Venetian??
Worked on a lot of these over the years. New ones. Sure don’t see a lot of old ones…
The Safelite tech, examining the Rover.
Evan’s beach day in Vegas involves taking the Rover to the Safelite for windshield repair.